Inspiration Strikes

I am inspired

by a mid-morning breeze

the water drop that falls on my head from the roof

like the apple hitting Newton's head

I am inspired

by the bow of her lip

the curve of a shoulder

and waves of hair crashing into soft cotton and down

I am inspired by the salty spray

the way it stings my eyes and bites my tongue

waking me up and inflating my lungs

with helium and sunshine

I am inspired by the dirt and the earth

the breaking of ground

the trod of a footprint

the mark that someone was here

I am inspired by hard work

by marching feet and picket signs

by handwritten letters and cries for change

by late nights and long books.

I am inspired by the fluid changes and movements of society

but most of all

I am inspired by you.